Oh hi.

Hey, guess what? I had "Vulture." In August. It's April. Turns out being a mom is time consuming. I'm a little bummed I haven't forced myself to post all the little joys for posterity's sake, but I didn't and there's no use going down the twisted path of "shoulda coulda woulda" because, let's face it, I'm a life-long procrastinator and we could be here awhile listing my plethora of short falls.

So here's stuff that has happened in the last 7 months. In no particular order. Because I'm not great at computers and I give up trying to get the pictures in the correct order. This boy is such a delight and we are enjoying every moment with him.

Dane Raymond was born 8.29.13 at 6:43 a.m. after 21 hours of labor. Totally worth it.

I put Dane in a box. A lot. He liked it, I think.
 6 days old

Dane slept through a couple photo shoots, like this one at 3 months.

Dane wore this pilots hat a lot.
Here's the first of many snows his first winter.

We made our family acting debut on Christmas Eve.
Dane played "Giant Jesus."

Dane and Sven welcomed in the New Year
and wished Grandma Ruth a happy birthday.

Dane cheered for Peyton Manning in the Superbowl. It didn't help...

I plunked my baby in a snowbank for the sake of a photo op.

"Bane" is not a fan of pacifiers.

Happy to visit with Uncle Chase and Grandma and Grandpa Rambow in April.
7 months

He appears to love hats and sunglasses.
Appears.

Target is awesome. 

Baths are awesome.

Swings? Eh.

St. Patty's. 6 months.

Brothers.
3 weeks old